The Marketing of Me

“Never give up. Never surrender!”

Tim Allen in Galaxy Quest

American actor, comedian, and producer, Tim Allen, was born on this day in 1953.

I need to watch Galaxy Quest again. Just because I can always use some laughs.

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The first time we saw Galaxy Quest was in late January of 2000. Due to a winter storm, we lost power during the Super Bowl. The next night (Monday) rather than freezing in the house, yet again, we went out to dinner and a movie. Yes, the older boy was in fifth grade. But, we had power, and heat, when we came home.

Just two weeks later, the younger boy was born. He’s eighteen now and just graduated (with honors) from high school.

I guess I’m getting a little braggy.

But, that should surprise none of you who follow me regularly on social media.

And, if you’re not following me, can you please give me a good reason why not?

I said a good reason.

Truth is, it probably looks like I spend a lot of time on social media.

Probably because I do.

And it probably looks like I talk about myself and about my work and projects a lot.

Probably because I do.

But the reality is, I’m my own marketing department.

If I didn’t tell you about all the wonderful projects I’m involved with, who would?

No one is going to volunteer to be my public relations and marketing manager.

So, I have to do it myself.

See, what you think (or judge? Shame on you) to be me wasting time on Facebook, or Instagram or Twitter (and yes, you should be following me on all of those), is really a concentrated effort to get your attention.

So that, when the show I’m directing opens, as Doublewide, Texas did week before last (and you have four more chances to see it at CAT Theatre).

Or when the script I wrote goes up on stage with River City Community Players this fall.

Or when the next show I’m directing, A Doublewide, Texas Christmas, opens on November 30 at CAT Theatre.

Or when I get that novel published, or that artwork complete…you get the idea.

Then, you’ll know about it. And hopefully do something about it.

I’d love for life to be all about the art of writing, directing, acting, and creating, and just have the masses flock to the ticket booth or the bookstore.

But it just doesn’t work that way.

Vanity? Sure.

Necessity? Also sure.

Truth is, I’m working my way through the best ways to promote my work. There are programs I could buy or “invest in” but I just haven’t found the right one.

Instead, I’ll keep posting here, and on Facebook, and on Instagram…and…you get the idea.

One of the things I’m trying to figure out is how to develop that writing and consulting income to the point that taking the early retirement version of the pension and Social Security makes sense.

Totally not there yet. But, I’ll keep trying.

And no, I’m not paying an expert $499, for today only, to tell me what I need to be doing.

Following that model, I’d be offering you a program for $499, for today only, to tell you how I got rich.

You get the idea.

But enough talking about me. Let’s talk about you.

What do you think about me?

I totally get it. We’re all a little vain or we wouldn’t be posting all of our meals or #eveningcups on Facebook and Instagram.

You are following me…right?


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Six Decades In

Old guys can still do fun things.

American lieutenant, politician and 41st President of the United States, George H. W. Bush, was born on this day in 1924.

He probably said that after one of his post-ninety-years-old skydiving jumps.

I realize that I’ve started talking a good bit about retirement.

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It’s just that, I turn sixty in a couple of weeks and I’ve realized that it’s time I start acting my age.

I’ll buy that one if you will.

Then again, if you’re a casting director needing a gentleman of a certain age, I’m happy to act that part.

I’m just sayin’.

Seriously, here I am, not quite as advanced as the Senior Mr. Bush, in fact, not by a long shot. But, also realizing that, while I am many things, young is not one of them.

I refuse to surrender and say that the best days are behind me. Pretty sure it’s safe to say the most days are behind me, but nothing has to make them the best.

But don’t get me wrong, I’m not about to try jumping out of a perfectly good plane.

And, no, I would not have done that forty years ago either.

Granted, one of the benefits of reaching this age is that the filters are mostly gone. Well, not entirely. Just don’t cross me.

I have sarcasm and I’m not afraid to use it.

Look, I’m not about to shuffle off to the senior buffet. At the same time I’m not about to turn down a discount either.

And, I really could use a sensible pair of shoes.

Just not white ones.

Here’s my reality. At almost-sixty, I’m not as financially secure as I want to be. But I’m better off than a lot of people. I know that, and I am grateful.

I’m not as healthy as I want to be, but I’m in better shape than I have been in the past, extra poundage included, and I’m working on making that even better.

I’m not a best-selling author (yet), but I’m writing.

I’m not a Tony-winning actor (yet), but I’m acting.

I’m not an Oscar-winning director (yet), but I’m directing.

I haven’t had my (first) gallery show, but I’m creating art…okay, not currently as much as I want to be, but work with me.

Sure, I wear the chains I forged in life (see: day job). But, I’m still pretty fortunate.

The wife and I are both well-employed.

The boys are pursuing their dreams.

And every night, two oversized dogs go bat-$#!* crazy every time I walk in the door, even if no one else does.

In other words, in spite of the trials, and the bills, and the aches and pains…not to be confused with the pains-in-the ass…life is pretty good, and I’m pretty blessed.

Some days, blessed rhymes with stressed, but we all know there’s nothing on my to-do list that I didn’t put there…well, mostly.

Am I old enough and wise enough to wish that I had done some things differently and made some different choices?

Of course.

Am I stupid enough to wish that I could go back and do things all over again?

Oh holy hell no.

Sorry, did I type that outloud?

I don’t know what the future will hold. I’m not guaranteed the time to finish writing this post.

But, whatever time is left, now that I’m a senior citizen, I’m giving myself time to enjoy it.

Day by day.

Therefore do not worry about tomorrow, for tomorrow will worry about itself. Each day has enough trouble of its own.
Matthew 6:34


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